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“You’ll tell me more on Wednesday?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

“Good,” I agreed.

“Later,” he said gruffly.

He hung up and I set my phone aside.

“Willa and Duke, sitting in a tree,” Waverly teased.

“Gah!” I put my hand to my heart. “I didn’t even hear you come back.”

“How could you hear anything over the flirting. You guys are gross, by the way. Likeseriouslygross.”

“Thanks.” I snorted.

She beamed. “I’m really happy for you guys.”

I opened the door and cocked my hip.

Duke’s gaze lowered. “I’m a fan of the outfit, but I’m not sure it’s restaurant appropriate.”

I grasped the lapels of his leather cut. “We’re not going to a restaurant.”

He entered the foyer and quickly closed the front door.

It had been a bold move, answering the door wearing a beet red negligee, but it had been days since I’d seen him, and we had the house to ourselves. There was no fear of Waverly walking in since she was at her CPR class and Savage was occupied.

I urged Duke to the couch and made him sit. And then I straddled him, the negligee riding up my thighs.

His hands settled underneath the slip to grasp my legs.

“I missed you,” I said.

“Yeah?” He grinned. “Prove it.”

I ground against him, my cleft rubbing against the fly of his jeans. He was already rock hard. I lowered my head and brushed my lips against his.

His tongue slid into my mouth as he hauled me even closer.

Sparks flared between my legs as Duke made love to my mouth. His hands wandered from the back of my thighs to my hips. They settled there for only a moment until he glided them up to caress my breasts.

His thumbs teased my nipples through the lace cups, turning them into hard points. He stopped kissing me.

“Come here,” he rasped, urging me to sit up higher so my breasts were level with his mouth. He flicked his tongue and dragged it across the lace. He was toying with me, sucking my nipples between his lips.

I moaned, pressing into him more.

“Undo my fly,” he commanded.

With trembling fingers, I reached between us. I popped the button of his jeans and lowered the zipper. I got off him so that he could raise his hips.

He shoved his jeans down, along with his boxers.

I grasped his firm erection in my hand, giving it a little squeeze. He threw his head back and closed his eyes.

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